Summary: The dying confessions of Azkaban are often left unheard. But one grey night, cold and alone in Azkaban, Sirius listens and finds the chill in the air is nothing compared to the one in his heart.
"Grey was the colour of moonlight tainted by the darkness of Azkaban and the stench of Dementors. Never white, it nearly blended into the walls, selfishly keeping its tranquil peace to itself.
Azkaban needed some peace. "
This is dragonwings of Gryffindor writing for the Colors of Loss Challenge!
Great job expressing Sirius's emotions, and the atmosphere of the prison! The descriptions and all were very chilling. It's a little peak of what poor Sirius's LONG stay in Azkaban must have been like. Every day. Years and years. Wow.
The only part I don't get is the metion of the 'towering, formidable lady' ?
I'm sure it makes sense, I just don't get it. Anywho, great writing!